Jon glanced at what was now his locker. He knew he should be frustrated but all he felt was extreme hornyness. Looking into his locker, all his clothes from before gym class were gone. They had been replaced.
Instead of boxers, there was a blue thong that matched the blue streaks in his red hair. Instead of jeans, there were high-waisted jean shorts. Part of him was thankful that they weren’t worse, they could have been cut off enough to expose a lot of his ass, but they didn’t. They would clearly display his almost developed hourglass figure but they did cover his whole ass.
The shorts didn’t go much further down his thighs though. Clearly showing off how large and well-muscled they were. A possible hazard for anyone that might want to eat him out for they would be at risk of getting crushed between them.
Still, it seemed the way they were cut they would be super tight and not conceal his now small bubble butt. Something about that made him feel warm and tingly in his nethers. Even a little wet. A little prideful too. He pushed on hoping to ignore the strange feeling and thoughts.
There was also a thin small white t-shirt that would hug and show off most of his toned waist and certainly wouldn’t hide the shape of his small D-cups in the tiny black pushup bra.
The final two items weren’t actually that bad. Some white ankle-high socks and some vans.
Jon carefully peeled off the too-small and sweaty workout outfit. Trying and failing to keep in the soft gasps and moans as he brushed his small hands past his D-cups. Oh god, he was so horny.
Putting on the bra flawlessly he tried to squeeze his thighs together in an attempt to cure the panging empty wetness there to little effect. In fact, it seemed only to make it worse. He couldn’t help but think about how hot he looked. An unbelievably horny high school girl squeezing her thighs together in a futile attempt to stop thinking about getting rammed by some footballer's cock.
Shit. Double shit. He wasn’t thinking about an abstract girl, he was thinking about himself as the girl. Getting fucked by a dick. A dick that probably belonged to some hunk like Steve Farber. Who definitely knew how to properly fuck a woman.
Shit. Stop thinking about dick. Especially the fact that he didn’t have one anymore.
It must have finally disappeared during gym. He probably would be mourning its passing if he wasn’t so horny. So horny.
No no, he liked girls. Not dicks. Girls like Karyn. He always liked her in that way but cherished their friendship too much to ever pursue her. Now, he could almost see her in the locker room with him now.
Even though she was shorter and weaker than his new body he could see her pushing him back hard against his locker. The clatter of the metal and the jolt of arousal at being pinned by such a hot girl.
Karyn would be so close. The top of her wish-enhanced breasts just brushing the bottom of his d cups, as her hard nipples rubbed on his toned stomach.
She might then grab one of his d cups with one of her hands and start fondling it. Her other hand would trail tantalizing down her waist into her jean shorts all the while his legs would be getting weak as he desperately tried not to moan only to fail, continuously.
It would all culminate when Karyn would finally slip a finger then two into his sopping wet cunt as he moaned loudly, almost orgasming. Just as he was now.
Shit. Jon’s lashed eyes shot open. He had just moaned. Out loud. In the locker room. For all he knew, he could have been moaning out loud the whole time.
He had one hand down his pants, buried in his now present cunt and the other had been groping his d cups through the thin white shirt.
Jon hastily glanced around, glad to see the locker room empty. That was until he saw Sarah of all people on the other side of the locker room scowling at him as she turned to leave. Shit. He totally forgot that Sarah was in this class.
He quickly grabbed the stone and whispered.
“I wish Sarah didn’t see any of that.”
“I wish I knew the context,” Zoe whispered, then grinned.
The stone flashed.
Sarah didn’t see that but she definitely heard it. And she'll find it arousing.
Jon sighed as he saw Sarah vanish. Unaware that Sarah, feeling a little hot and bothered herself, slipped quietly out the back door of the girls' locker room.
Still, he was feeling horny and he was already running late for the next class if the empty locker room was anything to go by.
“I wish that I wouldn't be so horny.”
The stone flashed again. But he didn’t feel any better.
Why wouldn't the damn stone work!
